The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1887-05-04

an lay in stock o. suckers agin coon
famine. But Shadrack want of a meek
an forgivin's natur' like me, an so, in
std o. takin' the olive branch l offered,
he grabs up couple o. big stuns an
chucks 'em In the water ahead o me an
the suckers. That skeert the timid fish
th't was in the lead, an they got de-
mor'lized an turned tail The panic
spread to the hull caboodle O. suckers,
an the fust thing l know'd 1 were histed
up in the air zif I'd ben blowed up in a
blast, an wh-o-o-ol away l were goin'
back down stream like hailstorm in a
hurrycane o. wind Thar l were. Peleg,
ridin' high an dry on a big raft o. suck
ers, an g6in' sumpin' like a miled
minute boun' fer somewhar, but whar l
didn't know. Ye orter be very thankful,
sonny, th't yer livin' now, an not in
them days wen US pioneers was a suffer
in an a runnin' risks like that, jist to
plant civilization an git it in shape fer
folks that's livin' now!
81 were boosted way up so high by that
raft o. demor'lized suckers tht ez we tore
along towards our folks's clearin' I could
look right down over the raise twixt it
an the creek, an ez we come higher |
could see my hard-workin' pap settin' in
the cabin door smokin' his corn-cob pipe,
and my easy-goin' nanny a choppin'
wood to git supper with. Thinks l to
myself, l wonder if they'd ever find me
when this runaway food o. b'ilin' waters
an panic-struck suckers comes to a head
some'rs2 An jist then we struck the bend
in the creek nigh the clearin'. The bend
were bout ez sudden ez the angle in a
ship-knee, an wen the wall o. suckers
plunked agin it the bank O. the bend
bein' twenty-five foot high an all rock,
'twere like the comm together o. two in
gines. The body O. the army were fetched
up standin', but me an the top layers o.
the sucker raft was five foot higher'n the
rocks, an as we hadn't hit nuthin' we
KEEP straight on. We left the water
route, an travelled the rest o. the way
by the air line, an fore my good
|. oil parents know'd wat hit 'em they
was kivered snug an comfort'ble in
under sumpin' like half an acre o.
scukers, not countin' me. 1t took me
quite vile to dig the OF folks out; but
they want hurt anything wuth men
tionin'. My folks want noways noted
/ fer bein' curious bout things, an all th't
were ever said bout that big sucker fish
O. mine was this. Nam says: Wizard
We ketch 'em2' In the bend o. the creek,
l says, I've alluz heered, says pap, 'th't
the best time to ketch suckers were on
the fust food. an this makes it good
An that ended it; but we had fresh
suckers, an salt suckers, an smoked
suckers, an sucker pop from then on till
the mex Christmas. So We see, Peleg.
that them wild waves didn't say nothin'
to me, but they got right up an done,
| an
The Old Settler was cut short off in
whatever moral he intended to draw, for
the doing cat hurled herself against his
stomach by one wild leap from the splint-
bottomed rocking chair, and with yell
that scared a dog on the opposite side of
the road, and brought Peleg's grand
mother out of the sitting room on trot.
The cat sank its claws deeper and deeper
into the Old Settler, and he joined in the
yelling. Little Peleg went quietly out of
the kitchen door, and by the time his
/ grandmother had removed a patent
clothes pin from the cats tail he was half
way over to Bill Simmons's. Ed. Mott,
/ in Nelo York Sun.